Thunder and rain roared as explosions crackled in the distance. The survivor tribes were raging war, again. A black and brown spinosaur ran in the forest. He had to get back to the eggs. A close explosion set a nearby tree on fire as it crackled onto the ground. The fire caught more trees on fire. He ran in fear. -I have to get to the eggs!- He thought with determination. He ran beside a river and saw a nest. He gasped and ran faster. He grabbed the eggs and jumped into the river and swam to the beach. The eggs cracked. He set them under a tree and waited. Three beautiful baby spinos came out. The fire crackled in the forest and the explosions stopped. He watched as the children grew happily and killing a the survivors.